About This Book

Every night before she goes to bed, Keyana sits down between her mother's knees to have her hair combed. But no matter how gently Mama pulls, it sometimes still hurts! Keyana doesn't feel lucky to have such a head of hair, but Mama says she is because she can wear it any way she chooses. "I can spin you hair into fine, soft yarn, just like our grandmothers did at their spinning wheels", she tells her. "Or I can part your hair into straight lines and plant rows of braids along your scalp, the way we plant seeds in our garden". Soon Keyana, too, finds reasons to love her hair, and she wears it any way she chooses with pride.